Just as I was beginning to wonder the phone rang and it was my puppy raiser. I could hear her excited voice...."yes we are doing well", Ernie said. Then they talked and talked. Stories about what I did as a puppy, did I always want to mark trees, where did my name come from, how was I around other dogs, even stories I had forgotten about. Then the stories of my time as a guide, the time my leash came off next to a busy street and I stood right next to Ernie instead of taking off. How I fit my body into the passenger seat of a small car by putting myself on Ernie's lap, how I still get up at six in the morning and the time I went around a truck sticking out onto the sidewalk and Ernie corrected me for going in someones yard, then realizing that I had been right all along and how sorry he was for correcting me. I could tell by their voices how much they loved and cared about me. I have the greatest life, first with my adopted family and now with my partner. Life is good!